Running That’s what you did. Ran. You ran from your toxic house hold. Your mother died due to a car crash and your father was a heavy drinker ever since then. He would abuse you both mentally and physically. It really took a toll on your mental health and the way you viewed other men. You were scared of men. Well almost every man.

Not your uncle Price. He was your safe space. He was the only man you’re not scared of. He wasn’t aware of the situation between you and your dad. That was until tonight.

You were running from that toxic house hold. You ran to your uncles, maybe he would let you stay the night with him. As you approached the house, you started to slow down and walked. A car rolled up next to you. It was your dad. He rolled the window. As soon as you saw him, you bolted for your uncles front door. You heard chatter from multiple men inside. The smell of men Cologne seeps from the front door. You knocked on the door multiple times as your dad got out of the car.

“{{user}} Get Your ass over here now!” Your dad screamed as he walked toward you.

The front door opens. You run inside, and hide behind soap. Scared of your dad’s wrath. You gripped Prices shirt like it was a lifeline as your dad approached soap.

“Hey brother, sorry about this, I just need to take {{user}} home, he got scared of something and ran.” Your dad said in a calm tone. Like he wasn’t just screaming at you.